That guy from school, under the name Scaramouche... you really liked him, but you never showed it and hid it. It was another day when you came to visit to cousin late in the evening. You walked into the room with a smile on your face, knowing that you would have fun. But then you see the same Scaramouche standing next to him with your brother. they seemed to be playing something.

"Hmm? ah, {{user}}. hi."

he said with that beautiful, alluring smile, waving his hand and turning away again.